Jawbreaker

January 28, 2008

By Erin S., Shoreline, WA

I am a gold fish blending with the others in the tank. I am the color white, like a blank page, a story unwritten. I am a cracked eggshell, little pieces, seemingly unable to fit back together. I am an infant unable to form the right words. I am the forgotten seaside town, boring to an outsider, busy and full of life to the people who know it. I am a caramel apple, sticky and messy on the outside, a pleasant center, a perfect blend of sweet and sour. I am a fireplace a warm comfort but an element in the background. I am Arbor Day, cherished more by some, unnoticed by others. I am the creek in the backyard, a fort for a child, and a mystery to the neighbor. I am a Fireworks show, you never know what will be next. I am a Jawbreaker, ordinary on the outside, layered and bursting with flavor on the inside.

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